We Go Out in Savannah

Mr. Fettucini and Ms. Goulash recently visited The Vault on Bull Street for dinner along with their good guys and gypsy clan from Born in the 50's and 60's.

Mr. Fettuccini:  Yo all you's Boomers!  It's a new year and time for me and the little lady to get back to tellin' all you's about our adventures in La La Land....I mean Savannah...although sometimes I think I'm livin' in a La La Land and I mean that in a wise guy kind'a way.  Last night, we had dinner at The Vault on Bull Street.  It was stupendous.  It was a wise guy's dream 'cause they sat us in the actual vault.  I could still smell the aroma of all that loot they used to stash there.  Ah, what a sweet smell!  And speakin' of sweet smells, our meal did not disappoint.  We ordered grilled calamari, seared pork shumai and a California roll. Rich, one of the other good guys in our group commented that he's always a little suspicious of establishments that don't have burgers.  He said maybe something bad might'a happened in the joint's previous life and they didn't want anything that could be ordered bloody on their menu.  After our meal, this little Italian was ready to be rolled outta that former bank but we are definitely goin' back.

Ms. Goulash:  Dahlings!  What Mr. Fettuccini didn't tell you was that halfway through our meal, he took a little tour of The Vault but mostly kept his head down as he was hoping to find loose change or dollar bills left behind from their banking days.  What a silly boy!  Didn't he realize that I already did that tour upon our arrival and after not finding anything, I took out my tambourine and scooped up some change and dollar bills that some diners just left on their tables.  Once a gypsy, always a gypsy!  Of course, I left that money as our waiter's tip.  After all, I am one generous gypsy Dahlings!  Conversations at our table flowed like one of my dancing skirts.  My gypsy girlfriend Karen talked about trying out online dating once but found it disappointing.  Of course it was!  Nothing beats dancing around a campfire and luring a man to you, Dahling.  Just ask Mr. Fettuccini!  Next time, we need to take advantage of The Vault's outdoor dining.  Their torch heaters kind of resemble campfires!....I think I hear gypsy music in our future.